Cuddling and a discussion

You and Rachel quickly finish drying off and each head to your individual rooms to get dressed. Rachel was right, though, it is getting pretty late, so you decide to put on some sweatpants and a t-shirt. You take a moment to collect your thoughts before heading back out. _What the hell just happened? The girl I just had sex with has a dick! How is that possible? I've heard of hermaphrodites or intersex people or whatever they're called before, but I was always under the impression that none of them had two fully functional sets of genitals. So what's the deal with Rachel? Should I ask? Would that be appropriate? I'm sure people have spent a lot of time pestering her with questions just like these, she probably won't want to explain herself, right? But don't I have a right to know? I mean, we did just have sex, and I at least would be interested in doing it again, so shouldn't I get at least a crash course in her anatomy? It would be irresponsible to get any deeper into this territory without some sex ed. I guess I'll have to at least ask her about all this, but I'm clearly out of my depth. _You resolve to ask her at least some of these questions, and then head out to go see that stunning woman.

Your room is at the end of the hall, so you pass the door to her room on the way down. The door is open, but Rachel isn't inside, she must've already gone downstairs. You continue on downstairs to find Rachel sitting on the couch, loading a show on Netflix. She turns to you as you walk in, and you are again struck by how beautiful this girl is. Her hair is slightly wavy from the dampness of the shower, and she's put on a t-shirt and yoga pants. Your eyes wander curiously down to her lap, where you can make out the slight outline of her flaccid penis through the yoga pants. You catch yourself and pull your gaze back up to her, a little embarrassed. You meet her deep brown eyes, feeling like electricity is coursing through your body. This girl really is special.

"So. You've got questions." Rachel says it in a warm tone, but without questioning you. She knows you've got them. After all, how could you not? Nothing could have prepared you for this completely alien experience.

Relief floods over you now that you no longer have to break the ice for this sensitive topic. "Yeah, lots of 'em. I'm sure you can guess the first one, though." You tell her in reply.

"How is this possible?" she asks you. You nod in confirmation. by this point you've sat down next to her on the couch, and the two of you are leaning against opposite arms of the couch, legs intertwined. "The truth is, I've got no idea. I couldn't tell you how this happened. I can tell you that I've always been like this, though it only really started to become a problem when I hit puberty, but that's stuff that I'll explain later. We should probably start at the beginning, unless you've got any particular questions burning a hole in your mind at the moment?" she asks.

You think for a moment before answering. "None spring to mind at the moment, but I just want to be clear that I know this is probably not the most comfortable situation for you, so I'll follow your lead here. Just let me know if it gets too weird, I don't have to get to know your life story in one night. To be clear though, I should probably get to know anything about you that's different if we're going to have sex again, since your anatomy seems a little different."

"You're right. And I'll get there, I promise." Rachel says. She takes a deep breath before continuing. You're vaguely aware of some TV show or movie playing in the background, but the rest of your attention is totally focused on this girl in front of you, pouring out her deepest secrets. "As you may have guessed, I don't really tell people about what I am. Doctors - and believe me, I've seen a lot of doctors in my time, call me intersex. Personally, I prefer the term 'hermaphrodite'. I've always liked that word. It feels less clinical than intersex. And I like that it comes partly from the name Aphrodite, one of the Greek gods. She was Goddess of beauty and love, and for whatever reason, the name always gave me a small amount of hope that someday, someone would find me beautiful, someone would love me. Back when I was a kid, I didn't think that would be possible. I was sure anyone would think I was a freak. I did grow out of that though, but I still carry a lot of those inhibitions I developed.

I do have both male and female genitals, and they both work perfectly, as far as anyone can tell. None of the doctors are really sure why, apparently no other person has ever been documented to be like me. Just about every doctor I ever had wanted to write a case study on me, but I never really liked the idea of that, even if it's anonymous. I mostly just wanted to be left alone by the doctors. I didn't really understand what the big deal was for a while. Then I went through puberty, which was both awesome and my own personal hell. My libido went crazy. Doctors told me that my brain receiving two different signals from the two different sex organs was causing my brain to react strangely. I had a much larger sex drive than most normal people. I often has a **** craving to either jerk off or fill myself, or sometimes even both. It took a long time for my crazier than normal hormones to balance out, and I still feel the need for sex more than most people, but I've always been afraid to reveal my secret, especially to guys. A lot of them have a total knee-jerk reaction of hate, thinking I'm transsexual and that I've somehow tricked them.

I have more luck with girls in the past, even if I'm not attracted to them as much as guys. Don't get me wrong, though, I still really like girls. If you decide you're OK with dating me, I do want you to know, I might want to go bang one every so often. I know that might be a problem for you, but I want to be open about it before anything happens. I'd be down for a threesome if you are, or I could go pick up a girl, have sex with her, and then come back to you. And of course I don't mind if you see other people, but I do have to insist that we both be totally, perhaps even brutally, honest about our feelings in this case. I might want to fuck other girls, but only have romantic feelings for one person at a time, and I need the same from you."

You're a bit taken aback by this proposition. She's offering me a threesome? Damn, this girl is perfect. "I'm glad you pointed out the romance angle. That's important to me, too. If I'm being totally honest, I'm a little uncomfortable with you going off and fucking someone without me, but I'm very interested in this idea of fucking a girl with you, and I'd love to do it. I think if we do it right, it could even be romantic." You smile at her reassuringly.

"Me too. I've never done it before, but it's always been something I wanted to try, and I'm really glad you're on board, too." Rachel tells you. "I've got to say, it feels incredible to get this out. There really haven't been many people I could talk about this to. Thank you for being here for me."

"Of course. I'm just glad you're able to trust me with this. It feels really good to be trusted like this."

She smiles, then goes back to her original train of thought, explaining how exactly her body differs. "Some time during puberty I started to get really interested in anatomy, and I learned a lot about the human reproductive system, both the theory of it and the practice of it. I realized that with a sex drive like mine, I'd be horny a lot, and it would obviously be in my best interest to know how exactly my body worked. This was the first time that doctors ever really felt like a help to me. I was able to ask them questions confidentially, and they would try to give me their best guess, considering no one was sure how I worked. I learned all about the various erogenous zones of my body, and how the hormones were affecting the way I developed. Apparently the estrogen helped me develop tits, which really helped me to hide suspicion. The testosterone made the male parts develop, and gave a little bit of juice to my muscles. I'm a fair bit stronger than the average woman, but men can still beat me there most of the time. It's really kind of a middle ground with most things. I guess I just kind of got lucky when I developed a distinctly feminine body. They kind of mess with my fertility cycles and shit, though. I only have a few periods a year, which is really nice, and apparently my cum is severely lacking in the actual sperm cell department. Doctors tell me I can still get pregnant and get a girl pregnant, but that it'll be pretty difficult, because I'm effectively impotent most of the time. When I do have a period, though, apparently I'm extremely fertile, in both sets of genitalia. To be honest, I find it a little bit weird, but it lets me go bareback most of the time, so I choose to call it a blessing.

I first got into ass play kind of young, when I learned about the prostate being the male equivalent of the g-spot. That made me really curious, so I started to play with my asshole. I was really excited by how it felt, even without any penetration. I would usually rub a finger or two up against it whenever I'd masturbate from then on, and it was the best fucking thing ever. I quickly progressed to actually putting things in my ass, probing around there with my fingers and playing with my prostate. My first prostate orgasm was incredible, and I've been hooked on butt stuff ever since. The best is when I get DP'd though. when I can make myself cum with both my g-spot and my prostate, I lose my fucking mind. I literally lose capacity to do any higher thinking until my orgasms end, and usually it lasts a bit longer than that, even."

Hearing her describe this is giving you a hard-on, and Rachel notices. Her foot starts to make its way up to your dick, rubbing against it while she talks. with her last sentence, she seems to lose focus on what she's saying, becoming more interested in your growing erection, and the way her own dick is responding in kind.